Addictions

And already, one was gone. The woman that bore the red lipstick, as red as her blood once was, now lay dead upon the ground. Her blood was black, purple and not even a hint of red speckled in the mesh anymore as it hit the air, becoming acidic. A most interesting feature that Zs'Skayr would be happy to explain, no doubt, but that would come after these delinquents were finished off. The purple-haired lad was crippled and broken after the assault and remained on the ground in agony as he looked over to the woman. They had a connection, but was it love or was it siblings? None would know, once he was finished off.

As for the teen with the dead-eyes becoming bewitched by Mortis, that left the one with the green-hoodie all alone and unable to fight back and surely win. Out numbered and definitely not one to be a fighter, his need for a new drug and fix appeared to be his downfall. With nothing else left to do, unable to flee this without dying, the man accepted this fate (to some degree) and decided to go down with a bit of a fight. He looked to his once 'friend' that Zs'Skayr inhabited, and attempted to strangle him as he lunged himself forward with what might he had left.

"The Green Hoodie"250/206

"The Purple Hair"150/63

"The Red Lipstick"DEAD

"The Dead Eyes"100/54

"The Green Hoodie" is attacking Zs'Skayr's body host! (1 dice, 1 coin)"The Purple Hair" lad is laying crippled near the body of the woman with red lipstick."The Dead Eyes" is under Mortis' control for 1 turn (but trying to break free). (1 coin)

As the blood hit the air, it seemed to turn more toxic than Zs'Skayr imagined, to which he merely looked upon it and mumbled fascinating... until Mortis spoke up and in irritation, regarded the blood as something Zs'Skayr knew of. The alien merely shook his head, and spoke calmly, "though the properties within their bodies are toxic, it must have mutated over the course of time within their systems. This effect is far beyond my control, dear Judge, such blame cannot be set upon myself." With the explanation out of the way, the Ectonurite was still interested in the effects they were having. Such a strange and... unusual mutation, that caused an acidic burning property...

With a few moments of thought as the carnage continued, Zs'Skayr was taken by surprise as the man in the green hoodie jumped him, strangling his body with what strength the man had left in him. This seemed like a good time for Zs'Skayr to leave the body he was inhabiting, allowing the man to kill his friend in cold blood. What a cruel thing to do before judgement, hm? "Rude..." the alien said as he phased out into nothingness, and allowed his host to take the damage. Now he could sit and watch freely, waiting for them all to be dead. There would be much collecting of samples after this.

Ah... to hear the breaking of a sinner's leg as the mantrap's teeth went clean through. Such a wondrous sound. Judge Fear grappled with his line and reeled the captured mortal back into the fray, where a well-placed laser from K.A.R.R. made quick work of her. BZZAP! Down she went with nary a whimper, dead before even hitting wet sand. An excellent start to their session! Although, after hearing an irate Judge Mortis berate the ghost-creature, Judge Fear's exhilaration found itself short-lived.

"Hm?" Upon further observation it was noted that his brother now suffered grievous wounds; however, no harm had truly come to his lawful person. "Our uniformsss are mere trappingsss," hissed the ghoul, temper level. "They can be easssily replaced, asss well asss our hossstsss." Except, of course, the iron helm upon which Judge Fear relied to contain his terrifying visage. Nevertheless, he comprehended his brother's irritation and glanced at the aloof Zs'Skayr. His scolding was far more tame but as every much stern. "A warning would have been appreciated, however. The sssuppliesss for our dead fluidsss take time and energy to collect, and the money usssed to purchassse both our uniformsss and accessssoriesss doesss not grow on treesss. Courtesssy, Zsss'Ssskayr, courtesssy." Perhaps dealing with the eclectic populace of Portal Breach had given the Dark Judge a better handle when confronted with minor inconveniences. They certainly weren't in short supply.

Knowing his brother would be extremely cautious as to approach these sinners for fear of agitating their corrosive blood, Judge Fear unhooked another chained mantrap and tossed the cumbersome weapon to Judge Mortis. "Here. Ussse thisss," he offered. Careful, it was quite heavy and tedious to wield. Aid given, it was time to return to work - starting with the writhing man a few meters from the ghoul's horrific feet.

Calmly the Dark Judge approached, the predatory glare in his otherworldly eyes and the taut chain his hand already conveying his intentions. "You cared for that woman," he hissed gently. Of course the man did, for his mind was consumed with past memories of the two of them together. Their relationship, however, was unknown. The ghoul knelt beside the quivering mortal and wrapped his thick chain around the man's neck in one fluid, unyielding motion. Cold metal pressed against warm flesh, Judge Fear rising to his towering height and deliberately suspending his victim off the sand. The two were now eye-level, one pair bloodshot and the other draped in an ethereal veil. Holding the chain high above and letting the man greedily pine for air, Judge Fear rasped, "Fret not, sssinner. You will be ssseeing her sssoon enough. The longer you fight, the longer you delay your reunion in death. Let go and fade into oblivion."

Judge Fear: The Aspect of Death

HP: 650/650 DP: 65/65 AP: 108/120 (-6AP)

Power: Mantrap x1 (2d/1c)Target: Purple Hair

Power: The Cowardly Assassin (+1 coin)Target: Mantrap

Action: Attacking! Also threw his brother a polished mantrap. Don't you get a dent in it!

With a flash of green energy, the woman with the red lipstick fell to the ground with a dull thud. Blood pooled about her, and upon contact with the air, the purplish black secretion took on corrosive properties. Interestingly, it was only when it came in contact with air that it turned acidic, KARR noted as he scanned over the quickly growing pool. While his scanners could not identify the elements or chemicals that had mingled with the victim's bloodstream, he could detect that this chemical had completely assimilated the woman's blood, for there were no traces of blood plasma, or the usual blood cells. Scanning further, the AI detected that the substance not only effected the blood stream, for the chemical also held a strong presence in the cells of her body, stretching from her respiratory and circulatory systems outward. It was literally corrupting her from the inside out, mutating her cells.

Regardless, as he filed away this new data, the AI decided it best to keep his distance from the infected humans. Judge Mortis gave his complaints over the matter, hissing at Zs'skayr for his lack courtesy, soon joined by Judge Fear after what looked to be an attempt to calm down his brother. Of course, KARR would have appreciated a warning about the fluids as well, but none came in contact with him as of yet. Backing away from the teen in the green hoodie and the other with purple dyed hair, he kept his scanners on them while Fear had tossed a man trap Mortis' way.

Its alloy heavy and thick, it would be quite a spectacle to observe the more decay inclined Judge attempt to wield it. At the same time it looked as if the one Judge Mortis had attempted to decay now was taking a route for the ocean, walking into the waves at out towards the tide. Or at least, was. The human's route changed once more, and the AI could not help but wonder if this was a side effect of the drug or if it had to do with one of the undead Judges. A question that would likely be answered later. For now there were still two teens that desperately needed to be culled.

The teen with the purple hair's vitals were steadily dropping, even as Fear's mantrap missed its target completely, death hung over him incessantly. The teen in the green hood however, he still had enough vitality to fight back. Leaving Fear to send the purple haired teen on his way to the afterlife, KARR turned his sights to the more courageous one of the doomed group. His targeting systems locking on, three beams of bright green energy fired out from under the car's scanner to hit the young man in the chest.

DP: 40/40HP: 400/400AP: 70/52

High-Powered Laser (it goes "pew pew"):

--Hidden under KARR's nose paneling, when fired it emits a bright green light. The Laser was originally intended to be used against the AI, until he had stolen it from FLAG. Engineered with “double the penetration", it has been shown to be able to burn through reinforced concrete and even MBS coating.

The hold Mortis had on the drugged sinner was weak, the ghoul struggling to keep control on the desperate teen. Alas, it was for naught as the drug addict broke the hold even in their weakened, dying state. How exactly that was, the Dark Judge could only figure the boy had more spirit left in him than he previously thought. With an irritated growl the ghoul was forced out of the sinner's mind, leaving him feeling drained after his generous exertion.

Fear's comment about their uniforms being mere trappings certainly did not help things either. "Of courssse you would be the one to go dissspenssing jusstice in the nude." He croaked in retort, wiping the remaining acid on the sandy ground. However, his brother too defended his case regarding their hosts, especially after the ghost's rather dismissive reply. Though his fellow Judge was more tame in his statements, Zs'skayr was not let off with no responsibility. If only the vehicle showed the same amount of care. Silent throughout the ordeal, KARR had turned his attention to another sinner after taking a brief moment of pause. "Nnngh..."

He may have said in the past that the vehicle held an alliance with them, but recently the ghoul was beginning to wish he could determine just how much.

Something that would have to be thought on later, for Judge Fear was kind enough to lend Mortis a man trap! It landed in Mortis' arms with a solid WHUD! His joints creaking and tendons popping loudly, the ghoul's spine was forced back into a painful looking position as the weight of the weapon made him take a few steps back. "Hnnngh...Thank you, b-brother." He hissed, grateful, but having a hard time staying upright. How was he going to use this thing? Could he even summon the strength to wield Fear's weapon of choice?

Well there was only one way to find out.

With a sickening snap of bone and decayed flesh, Judge Mortis pushed his spine upright and forward with a heaving groan. Legs spread apart for balance and his tail snapping from side to side, the ghoul's arms hung low beneath him with the shining steel teeth gripped firmly in his claws. Now, who to attack first? He could attempt to finish off the sinner who was currently in the rolling evening waves, the purple haired boy or the one with a hoodie, who just was shot by a couple blasts of green energy.

Uninterested in having to wade out into the ocean to retrieve his brother's weapon after throwing it, he settled on attacking the more vital of the group. Taking a few stiff steps forward, not unlike a certain king of pop's zombie impression, he gave a strained growl as he lifted the trap overhead, aged bone creaking and crackling under the trap's immense weight. Then, with all of his might, the ghoul gave a rasping roar as he lugged the heavy trap at the hoodie wearing teen like the polished anvil it truly was.

How did Fear even wear these without his pants falling down anyway?

DP: 25/25HP: 250/250AP: 40/23

Doing The Thing!: 3c/3d 3AP

x0 HIT: Complete failurex1 HIT: Hits the target on the footx2 HIT: Hits the target in the gutx3 HIT: Right in the kisser!

Target: Green Hoodie

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The male with the purple hair seemed to have given up in any attempt to fight, and despite Judge Fear's intent to kill, it was for naught, as the young man seemed far too gone within himself. Careful, Fear, the man was still leaking the toxic blood that was also slowly killing him. His eyes looked tired, not dead, but tired, and though his mouth moved to speak, he could not. Truly the sign of someone giving up everything in one breath.

The still rather lively man in the green hoodie, however, was about to get a nice taste of pain. Lasers fired at his chest, he was shot down, and laid upon the ground in pain as he clutched his chest. The poisoned blood had had a strange reaction to the sudden heat, and began to bubble in response, heating up his body. For a brief moment, his body's heat showed as his face went from the sickly color to a more red tone before it started to slowly fade out again. Something to take note of, definitely.

Just as he was about to get up, here comes Mortis with his new toy, slamming it into the man's gut and flinging him a few more feet away. This poor man couldn't seem to catch a break! Between the poison in his body and the man-handling he was receiving, it wouldn't be too much longer now before he gave up entirely. But he still had one more thing up his sleeve--or more so, in his shoe. Taking out a handgun from his shoe, one could see just how tightly it was secured, strapped within and safe away from the pains his body was experiencing. Nonetheless, the man held up the gun and began to fire.

This roused the dead-eyed teen from his stupor after having somehow disconnected himself with Mortis. Shaking his head, he looked around in confusion, and pain, as he grasped his arms suddenly and began to make soft grumbling noises. Under his sleeves, his arms had been punctured with needles, a way for the drug to enter his body, and they looked rather horrendous due to it. His veins black and his body in pain, the teen decided to try and flee as the other was shooting and causing a distraction.

"The Green Hoodie"250/126

"The Purple Hair"150/63

"The Red Lipstick"DEAD

"The Dead Eyes"100/54

"The Green Hoodie" is attacking Mortis, KARR and Fear with a .50 Caliber handgun! It uses 2 dice, 1 coin."The Purple Hair" will be dead within the next round due to poisoned blood if no one else finishes him off."The Dead Eyes" is running away! If no one catches him within 2 rounds, he will escape!

As the judges continued to speak of their disapproval, Zs'Skayr said nothing. What else was he to say? The alien had no idea this would mix in such a way, especially since he had been experimenting so much with it. What else was there to say or do? Nothing, that's what. And as the carnage continued, the alien took notes of the people and side-effects of the 'drug' he had made. An interesting amount of side-effects, all that will be kept on his records and, yes, he will warn them the next time something like this occurs. Happy?

Either way, it seemed the man in the green jacket was packing some iron, and began to fire at everyone else. The only shots that seemed to connect was Judge Fear, and with that, Zs'Skayr knew this fool-hardy young man was about to taste something not so sweet. A small chuckle escaped him until he noticed the dead-eyed teen running for his life. AUGH... He didn't want a repeat of what had happened before with the house... "Worry not about him, I'll get it..." the specter said, dismissively waving his hand as he flew past everyone else, "continue with the maiming," and went after this young man.

"Really, must we run? It would be much easier on yourself to just sit there and take it," Zs'Skayr assured as whipped his scythe around and tried to slice at his legs.

HP: 360/360DP: 40/40AP: 62/61 (-1)

Action: Attempting to catch the Dead-Eyed Teen.Specifics: Attacking his legs with scythe, at least 1 HIT assures he cannot escape.

Damn, that had been a complete whiff. Judge Fear began reeling in his chain when his brother had the audacity to state his thoughts on the matter of clothing. "Only if necessssary," he patiently corrected. Alright, so that one time with P.J Maybe was still a glaring black eye... "A Judge'sss uniform isss to be kept orderly and professsional, jussst asss the Judge who wearsss it." Can't say the same for Judge Mortis' mantrap toss, though.

WHANG!

Well, at least he managed to land a solid hit. No sinner would be able to throw off such a cumbersome weapon (unless one were a certain Joseph Dredd), so that ruled out yet another runaway. "I give it an honessst sssix," he rasped. Judge Mortis' form would do a whole lot better if he practiced on his technique. Ssss...! Hm? Ah yes, the acidic properties mingling within the sinners' blood. Very, very toxic. The Dark Judge was mindful to avoid even a single drop coming into contact with his just person. As for the dying sinner within his icy grasp, however... Their life was rapidly dwindling before his very ghostly eyes. It would be pointless to further waste more time and effort when death was but seconds away. Ergo, the chains were removed and the sickly addict was gently shoved to the wet ground. "Rejoice in death, sssinner. You ssshall want no mo - "Bang, TWANG, bang! Gunshots!

As per his usual rotten luck with projectile weaponry, two well-placed bullets managed to find their mark. One entered through the Dark Judge's chest and punctured a defunct lung, while the other ricocheted off his iron helm and went precariously whizzing away in whichever direction. It left a discomforting echo within. "Mmnrrgh..." Attacking a Judge of the law is punishable by death!

Whirling his chain around and putting Judge Mortis to shame, the undead fiend gave his sinister weapon one eager rotation before releasing his grip. If the mantrap hit, no firearm devised by mortal hands will protect the criminal!